Psycrology

Psycroptic

I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal!

I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you

The army approaches the battle site.

Sound - versus - auricle.

The group is surrounded by walls that embrace

The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off

into enchanted throng

waves of hair it crashes -

onto a grindingshore....valour....

We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away

Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision

A balding crown, it meets your eye

screams ring out as you face the sky

Only those, who did choose, to grow their locks

Have this maniacal type trepidation.

...And when not meeting to receive the aural abuse

Worship does not end!

Each devotee has his own eclectic bible

Some with more volumes than the next

Many have similar source of inspiration

Although there are naught that are identical.

Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not

Understand our ways and we should not expect this

Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one

This is not bad for we do not need them!

...Our....will...is...our own...

We are already in a situation that's inflamed

mainstream censors

Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.

We may not have your money or your health

But we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociology

We don't need your money - or input!

There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened,

Those who understand but do not love

Those who see, understand, but do not feel.

We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-light

But they shall never visit out inner sanctum.

This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,

Giving us light when its dark

helping us to find where our misgivings lie.

Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience

Helping us challenge each plight

selecting and directing our precipitous lives.

......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high!

I scream as I thra